*photo by miranda langevin*

pillow’s flattened your hair again
you should just sleep on a curling iron
so you can float down the stairs tomorrow
in the morning
and be the universe’s present
wrapped up with a bow, make the hallway glow

even though we’re alone
on the 25th
we both know there’s nothing in the world i wouldn’t give 
to yank you out my 2d screen
and hold you by the christmas tree
 
baby if you get cold
ill put all my weight on your chest
and sink you to the core
of the earth’s ribcage, rid of you of that dispossessed
feeling that i feel
every time we say goodbye
every time you cry
i feel your teardrops meeting mine

even though we’re alone
on the 25th
we both know there’s nothing in the world i wouldn’t give 
to yank you out my 2d screen
and hold you by the christmas tree

alone on the 25th

Harry Teardrop